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Monday, 9 March 2015

Up until we lost Dad I hadn't really given much thought to messages 'from beyond'. In fact, I'd likely have been one of the ones trying to find a scientific explanation for the 'signs'. Now, I want to believe - have to believe - that there's more to 'life' than our time here on Earth. I have to believe that someday, on some other plane or level, I will be reunited with Dad, and those others who have left this Earth too soon. I wish for 'signs'; I look for signs. Sometimes, I think I wish too hard and I push them away. I've had a few though...

Back in 2002 I worked at Watts Communications (just another call center). During a back-shift rotation I had gone to bed to take a nap ahead of having to start a week of midnight to 8am shifts. I lived with Tanya at the time. I felt someone poking my leg to wake me up. Upon waking I heard Tanya in the other room, blow drying her hair. No one else was there. And I can say with one hundred percent certainty that it was not a part of a dream. I have always taken that as a sign from Dad that he was okay.

Just after Dad passed, I was over at Mom's, and we were going through some old home movies that he had converted to VHS. I was sitting on the floor by the TV. On the wall in the living room (above my head where I was sitting) is an old clock that Mom & Dad got when they lived in Europe. It has weighted brass balls (exactly like the one pictured here: http://www.ebay.com/itm/Vintage-Howard-Miller-funky-wall-clock-time-strike-1970s-brass-ball-weights-/311012621737?pt=LH_DefaultDomain_0&hash=item4869cbfda9). One of those balls shifted and I must have jumped two feet off the floor. Despite Mom insisting that the ball hadn't been on it's anchor properly from the last time the clock was wound, I'm certain it was Dad telling us that he's always "there" - and, always the jokester, he'd definitely have gotten a kick over giving me a scare.

A few years ago, just around Christmas I was sitting on the couch. Zoe was in my lap, and Bosco was on the loveseat. Chris was in his office. The heat wasn't on (ie, no forced air blowing up from the vent behind the couch), and it being December, there was no window open, of course. I sat watching tv, and felt the gentlest tug on my hair - as though someone was running their fingers through it. Some might have gotten chills or shivers. I felt the calmest, warmest feeling wash over me. He loved Christmas so much. I know it was my Christmas hug from him. No one can tell me different...

I'm sure there have been a few random dimes that have crossed my path that I didn't think much of...from now on, I'm going to be paying careful attention. If he realized how grim the bank funds were he'd be tossing those suckers at me like a boss. C'mon already Dad, toss a few down. Love you, and miss you...xoxo.

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I'm a laugher, a crier, a scrapper, a writer, a reader, and a lover of all things carb and chocolate. I'm a loving mother to two adorable fur-babies, and spend the majority of my time trying to keep smiles on the faces of those I love.